Nightfall Chapter 54: Farewell in the yellow sand in the sky

No one noticed that when the **** cavalry of Xiling Temple entered the square, the famous middle-aged scholar also came to the field, not knowing when they approached the high platform silently.

The middle-aged scholar was dressed in ordinary clothes, dusty and sweaty, with a package tied tightly behind him. He came to the front of the stage, unwrapped the package as quickly as possible, and took out a wooden plate from the inside.

I don't know what kind of wood the wooden plate is made of. The texture is extremely delicate and it gives a golden stone texture. It feels very strange. There is a layer of very fine yellow sand on the plate.

This is a sand table.

The most famous sand table in the spiritual world: Heshan Plate.

The river and mountain pan appeared, and the whole world entered into the river and mountain pan. The shallow layer of yellow sand flew in the air, then fell, and then painted the color of the sky and the earth yellow, and then, everything became Yellow sand.

The hard bluestone ground turned into a soft desert. The horses sprinting at high speed, screaming, fell heavily to the ground, their front hooves broke miserably, and the temple cavalry on the horse's back was directly fainted. past.

In a very short period of time, hundreds of temple cavalry fell off their horses. On the contrary, those Protestant believers who flee in fear, although they have become difficult to move, will not be hurt by this yellow sand.

Yellow sand is sometimes like water. Because of its softness, it is strong and weak.

Long Qing's feet were also trapped in the yellow sand. He clearly felt the sucking power coming from the bottom of the sand. His expression became very solemn. He lifted his right foot with great difficulty, trying to take a step forward.

Suddenly a wind rose, swept the yellow sand, and stopped in front of him.

His gaze crossed the flying yellow sand. It fell on the middle-aged scholar on the side of the stage.

Chen Pipi looked at the middle-aged scholar and exclaimed: "Four brothers!"

The middle-aged scholar did not respond, just staring at Long Qing.

Long Qing frowned slightly. Today he was ordered to kill Ye Su and Tu Xinjiao. He guessed that the academy might be prepared, but he didn't expect that it was not the iron arrow, not Mr. Da, but this person.

Fan Yue, Mr. Fourth in the Academy.

In the funny and scary characters in the back hill of the college. Fan Yue is a relatively low-key person. He started very early and ranked very early, but he was only at the pinnacle of Profound Cavern, and he was not at the same level as Li Wan and Jun Mo. Third Sister Yu Lian said that her performance in those years was only in the Cave Profound Realm. But when she beat Xiong Chumo, the teacher of the Xiling Temple, to rubbish. Everyone knew that it was just appearance, but he was the real Cave Profound Realm.

Of course this is not important. The Master’s acceptance of disciples has always been instructive. I don’t care about their talents in cultivation, but the people in the back mountains have their best areas of expertise, and they can do their best in that area. For example, the guys in the 5th, 6th and 11th, only Fan Yue is relatively weak. He is good at Fu Dao, but not as talented as Mo Shanshan and Ning Que in this area. He is good at strategy, but not as good as Yu Lian. He is good at design. In this respect, he is not as good as the Sixth Junior Brother, let alone the front yard of the academy. Professor Huang He, really want to say the strongest, or just plan to play.

In the past few years, the back mountain of the academy has gradually appeared in front of the world. He is still so unobtrusive. He has not had too many amazing performances. Only the colleagues in the back mountain of the academy know that he is very important. The external strategies and arrangements were derived from Yu Lian, Ning Que, and his calculations, and he possessed one of the most precious artifacts in the practice world today, the Heshan Pan.

Before Qingxia, it was relying on the river and mountain pan that the people of the academy could avoid the sword of the master. He exhausted his efforts to trap the sword, so that Jun Mo had the opportunity to show his power. The sword that can trap the master, you can imagine how powerful he and his Heshan Pan, and today he brought Heshan Pan.

Actually, he shouldn't have been here.

Xiling Temple’s attitude towards Ye Su and the Protestant Church is very clear in the academy, but no matter the senior brothers or Yu Lian and Ning Que, they always think that the master can be persuaded. Since killing Ye Su is not good for the Taoist school, The Lord would definitely not do it. As long as the Lord remained silent, then Tang Xiaotang and Jiange would be enough.

Only the four brothers felt a little strange. He continued to calculate for a long time and did not calculate other results, but he still felt strong anxiety. He thought that the judgment of the brothers, sisters and the younger brothers was wrong, but He couldn't find the evidence, so he came by himself. He packed his luggage, walked alone, and left the back mountain with the river and mountain pan. He came from a long distance, thousands of miles away, to save Ye Su's life.

This is the real style of the academy. It can be united, and you must be harmonious and different. You must be responsible for your teacher, but first you must be responsible for yourself and you must not regret it.

Four brothers finally arrived. Although it is difficult for him to change the situation on the field, he can make the same efforts that the academy should make on behalf of the academy. There is no need to regret it, that is good.

He lifted the river and mountain plate and poured all his thoughts into the plate, but in an instant, the snow-capped mountains and the sea showed signs of exhaustion. In appearance, his face became extremely pale, and even seemed to be thinner.

The rivers and mountains are filled with yellow sand, and even more so.

Each grain of sand is a landscape in a river or a mountain, or a small bridge, or a stream of water, or a pavilion, or a green hill, or a pavilion on the bridge on the water. The tree on the green hill.

Today, these yellow sands are just yellow sand.

Because the most primitive is also the most powerful.

Four senior brothers' mindfulness inspires rivers and mountains to pan, yellow sand dances wildly, and then collapses, the world suddenly turns into a yellow, a boring desert, and there is no way to find a direction in it.

Those Xiling Temple cavalry behind, fortunately did not fall to death, they pulled the reins desperately to stop the mount, then turned over and dismounted, dragged the mount to try to find the exit, but how easy is it?

Four brothers walked to the stage holding the river and mountain plate.

Long Qing looked at him quietly, covered in yellow sand, but could not completely drag him into the illusion of rivers and mountains. His body was in the yellow sand, but his eyes could see the truth and the opponent.

I don’t know why, Brother Si looked at Long Qing’s gaze and felt a little uneasy, just like when doing calculations at the back of the academy, and felt that something bad would happen.

So he breathed into the river and mountain pan.

The shallow layer of yellow sand was wrinkled. Some grains of sand rose in the wind and flew in the air.

There was a hurricane on the square that turned into a desert, and countless yellow sands rolled up, covering everyone’s sight. The world became dim. What’s more terrifying is that the desert, which was flat like a wild before, suddenly There was a loud rumbling noise, giving birth to countless layers of sand dunes. I don't know how many cavalry were swallowed by the moving sand!

Even if there are no cavalry swallowed. There are endless dangers in the flying yellow sand. The screams can be heard everywhere, and the dull sound of people and horses colliding with each other can be heard everywhere.

Even a strong fate like Xiaoyu, a girl from the South China Sea, could not resist the power of Heshanpan, the priests and deacons from various Taoist temples. Killed one after another. She was also in a coma in the yellow sand.

Long Qing's footsteps still failed to fall. His face was a little pale, and he was seriously injured by He Shanpan after being injured by Tang Xiaotang. He did not expect that the opponent's own realm was ordinary. This sand table is so terrifying.

However, is this enough?

The next moment, his feet finally fell, but they were still on the yellow sand.

He failed to get out of the river and mountains, but so what?

The scar on his face has become brighter. It is definitely not ugly. It is more like a kind of weird makeup, with gray eyes and straight hair with silver wires. It is even beautiful.

He is so powerful, and he still hides really powerful means. What he is waiting for is Ning Que's iron arrow, what he is waiting for is Li Shou, so he is not afraid of that, let alone a sand table?

He took a book from his arms and stretched it out before the wind and sand.

He remembered that in those years, he was the second seat of the Judgment Division, with the black butler in the division, chasing and killing the remnants of the Demon Sect and the sinners of apostasy. At that time, he was justice and believed that he was justice. .

His expression became stern, looking at Ye Su and others on the other side of Fengsha, silently repeating those familiar words in his heart: Sinner, accept Haotian's punishment.

Last night at the Taoshan Temple of Judgment, the middle-aged Taoist used a book to break Ye Hongyu’s cage. It was the scroll of the heavenly book. At this time, Long Qing was also holding a scroll of the heavenly book, the book of the sand.

The Guanzhu made the most important decision, so he no longer cared about the word profanity, the most sacred book of Taoism, became an artifact in his plan, a very powerful artifact.

The middle-aged Taoist has accompanied the Tianshu for countless years in the Zhishou Temple. Long Qing kept the Tianshusha scroll with him. Only two of them have the ability to use the Tianshu as a weapon.

The city in the early morning is covered by yellow sand, and the freshness and coldness of winter can no longer be found, only boring, and when Long Qing lifted the script of the book, the feeling became clearer.

The cover of the sand scroll melted into the wind, turning into thousands of tiny grains of sand, and then began to dance. Immediately afterwards, the second page of the sand scroll was all turned into sand, and then the third, fourth, and fifth pages...

Billions of sand grains turned into a river of sand, going straight from Long Qing's hands to the sky, taking on an unspeakable subtlety in the deepest part of the sky, and then blasting towards the yellow sand in the sky.

The Tianshusha scroll records almost all the exercises in the world of practice. This is by no means human can complete, just like the Japanese scroll, except for the collection of Taoism, it is more of Haotian's divine power.

The Taoist master of cultivation is regarded as a gift from Haotian to mankind. This book of heaven is a gift list. There are countless items in it. It is as vast as the sea, or like the sand on the bottom of the sea. It is impossible to count clearly. Each grain represents Haotian. The gift of humanity, the awe of mankind. Today, the sand scroll really turns into grains of sand. The ink writing that records the exercises melts on the paper, and then dissipates into the smallest particles. Each particle seems to have the power of that exercise.

Hundreds of millions of grains of sand, hundreds of millions of exercises, just like this fall in the yellow sand in the sky, in the river and mountain pan, the river and mountain pan has thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, but after all, it is the product of the practitioners, how can it be nearly infinite The vastness and complexity?

In an instant, the yellow sand in the sky stopped suddenly, and in some corners, even pavilions and towers appeared in shadows, and they would lose their original form and become phantoms in the river and mountains.

The four brothers trembling uncontrollably with his arms holding the river and mountain pan, as if he would throw the river and mountain pan to the ground in the next moment. He felt the terrifying impact from the pan, and found that he was younger than before. The virtual sword thrown by the master Xia Qianguan became stronger, his face instantly turned pale, and blood began to overflow from the corners of his lips.

"Let's go away."

Long Qing said blankly. As his voice fell, the sand on the square slowed down countless times, and those small bridges that had first appeared were covered by the gravel gushing out of the sand scroll.

The eyes are full of yellow sand, covered by seabed sand. There is no need to find a way out, I use my world to cover your world, then I can walk at will and go wherever I want to go.

Long Qing took a step forward.

If there is real intelligent life in that river or mountain, or you can see under the sun, there is a footprint bigger than a mountain peak, stepping on the clouds, crushing the wilderness, and falling on the horizon.

Heshanpan, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. He stepped out in just one step.

Long Qing appeared on the stage. Appeared in front of Ye Su.

There is still yellow sand between the two.

The four brothers kept coughing up blood, still trying to support, but don't know how long they can last.

Long Qing held the dissipating Tianshusha scroll in one hand, and grabbed Ye Su with the other.

A figure came through the wind and sand. That is Tang Xiaotang. She supported her tired body with an iron rod. Sit down in front of Ye Su, lift up the stick with both hands, and use the last force to block it.

Long Qing's hand fell on the iron rod.

Puff. Tang Xiaotang vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Long Qing took another step forward, separated her, and grabbed Ye Su again.

At that time, the sand scroll he was holding in his left hand was still fighting against the last scene in the river and mountain plate. More and more blood dripped from the fourth brother's mouth, wet his front, and the blood he vomited became darker and darker, and finally even looked like ink, shocking.

Chen Pipi watched, finally feeling desperate.

His body began to tremble because of worry, worry about the situation of the two brothers and lover, because of fear, fear that the two brothers and lover were about to die, he was really scared.

The tremor spread from his hands and feet to his chest and abdomen, then to the depths of his body, and finally landed behind his waist, so his snow-capped sea of ​​Qi began to tremble.

His snow-capped mountains and seas are gone. To be precise, he was completely locked up by Sangsang and turned into a dry Dead Sea and black monotonous rock peaks, shaking at this time!

Trembling is movement, and being active is alive.

His snow-capped mountains and seas, at the most desperate moment, actually came alive!

Chen Pipi didn't have time to feel this sudden change, let alone time to ecstasy, just trembling along the way, purely instinctive, his hands swayed towards Longqing.

The ten paths have no tracks, like the elusive stern spirit of the sky flowing clouds, shot out from the tip of his ten fingers, and stab Long Qing's chest and abdomen fiercely!

A **** battle with Tang Xiaotang, who was blessed by Haotian, and then competed with the fourth master of the academy who was holding a river and mountain plate. Long Qing had already suffered extremely serious injuries, and Chen Pipi’s God of Heaven and Stream came again so unreasonable. , So even if he held the scroll of the heavenly script, he couldn't avoid it.

Puff, puff, puff, and puff, there was a dense muffled sound, ten notes of the gods of the world, all of them fell on Longqing's chest, ten blood holes appeared in the thin clothes instantly, and blood gurgled out.

Long Qing's face became paler, he looked down at his chest somewhat puzzledly, then looked up at the tangerine peel behind Ye Su, frowning slightly.

Then he wanted to understand.

The current Haotian is so weak that she can no longer protect the people she once promised to protect, such as Tang Xiaotang, so naturally she can no longer punish the people she once wanted to punish forever-the master has floated down Taoshan, and He had the same experience with Chen Pipi, and naturally it was time to stand up again.

Long Qing coughed twice in pain, and each cough made the blood in his chest flow faster.

"Not enough." He looked at Chen Pipi and said blankly.

The sand scroll he held in his left hand turned into gravel and whizzed away.

In an instant, there were countless extremely thin blood lines on Chen Pipi's body.

Each line of blood comes from a very thin wound, and every wound is a piece of gravel. The gravel is deep in the wound and it hurts into the bone marrow. It keeps piercing in like an ant. What kind of pain is this?

Chen Pipi was so painful but didn't cry—he didn't want to cry, because it was too embarrassing—so he desperately forced a smile, but didn't know that the smile was ugly like crying.

Looking at his funny appearance, Tang Xiaotang wanted to laugh, but sadly wanted to cry.

Long Qing glanced at Brother Si, and his hand holding the sand scroll tightly.

Senior Brother Si sighed, sat down weakly, and then began to vomit blood.

There was silence.

Long Qing looked at Ye Su, looked at Chen Pipi, looked at Tang Xiaotang, looked at Fan Yue, his eyes slowly swept across their faces, and he took a deep breath and looked very satisfied.

These people. Some were the objects he could only look up to, some were the objects he instinctively feared and humiliated him, there were people who were far better than him, and people who he wanted but were rejected by classmates.

Now these people are not as strong as him, even if they are in one place, they are not his opponents.

Maybe the exercises he practiced will someday turn him into a monster of loss of sanity, or will directly disintegrate his body into billions of gravel, but that will be the future. .

He is satisfied now. Unprecedented satisfaction.

His chin lifted up. Not deliberately arrogant, but beginning to arrogant, like going back to the day he walked into Chang'an many years ago. That day, countless flowers were thrown on Chang'an Street. He is in the middle of the night.

At this moment. A word rang from the stage.

"Please lend me a use."

This sentence. Ye Su said to the fourth brother, and it seemed to the world.

The river and mountain plate that was about to burst came into his hands.

Long Qing looked at him and said: "You have deviated from Haotian. How can a miracle happen?"

Ye Su's sea of ​​snow-capped mountains was destroyed by sword intent in a battle with Jun Mo in front of Qingxia, and it has nothing to do with Sangsang, so he can't recover like Guanzhu and Chen Pipi.

"The miracle, or was originally created by humans." Ye Su said.

This sentence is the root of Protestantism, or it is the epitaph of Taoism.

Long Qing shook his head and said: "That needs strength, you have no strength."

The wind and sand have ceased. Only a few people on the stage still have the influence of the Heshanpan and the Tianshusha scrolls. The square is full of dead people. I don't know how many temple cavalry fell in a pool of blood. There are also many Protestant believers. Dead, as for those living believers, even if they are seriously injured, they are also coming to Ye Su.

They want to save Ye Su, even if they sacrifice their lives.

——Is this obsessive thought, faith? Is it power?

Ye Su looked at those devout followers, with complex emotions in his eyes, and said: "I think this is power, this is the power of faith."

Long Qing said: "You should be very clear that only Haotian can use the power of faith."

Ye Su didn't look at him, looked at the blue sky, and said, "What about the Buddha?"

Long Qing said: "How to use this power..."

Ye Su said: "I don't know... I want to try to borrow it and use it."

Please lend me a use-not only to borrow the river and mountain plate from the academy, but Ye Su wants to borrow power from his followers, that might really be the power of faith.

A very majestic and pure force was born in the field.

The power comes from the believers in the square, and the breath is a bit mixed, about a thousand times, and then enters Ye Su's body, and when it comes out, it becomes like this...with a solemn breath.

Ye Su poured this power or breath into the river and mountain pan, looking towards Longqing.

This is an invitation.

Long Qing's expression became extremely solemn, and the speed at which the Tian Shu Sha scroll dissipated suddenly increased.

He sat down in front of Ye Su.

When the wind and sand resumed, Ye Su faltered, reluctantly sitting still.

Long Qing was expressionless, just looking at him like this.

Ye Su said: "You go first."

The two were not playing chess against each other. Naturally, he didn't let Long Qing settle first, but took advantage of Long Qing being trapped by himself, and asked Chen Pi to lead the others to leave first and flee.

Long Qing stared at his face and said, "You can't go."

Ye Su didn't think about leaving. He just wanted to keep Long Qing in the field so that other people could leave. If there is no such reason, he would rather die than try to use this power.

He founded the Protestant Church. He wanted to tell mankind that he didn't need faith, but he didn't expect that he would become the object of faith in the end. This made him a little confused and sad.

What gives him a little comfort is that today is the first time he uses the power of faith, and it is the last time he wants to come,

He pioneered a new religion, but he is not Haotian after all. Even if he is willing to accept the incense of believers, he cannot be compared with the Taoist who has accepted incense and worship for countless years.

The book of heaven is a sacred object of Taoism, its power is unpredictable, and Ye Hongyu can't stop it with the whole ruling temple. He borrowed the hearts of his followers and borrowed the river and mountain plate of the academy. How can he stop it?

In the wind and sand, Ye Su became tired and his eyes gradually calmed down.

Chen Pipi has not left yet.

Ye Su lowered his head and said weakly, "Let's go."

At this time, there are people with serious injuries. Only Long Qing can fight again, and only Ye Su can keep him for a while, but the morning light that fell on him has faded.

Let's go and go, it's only a word away, but it's a little more begging.

Chen Pipi was silent, stood up with difficulty, helped Tang Xiaotang and the four senior brothers, walked off the high platform, and joined the last few Jiange disciples who were alive, and walked outside the square.

He never looked back from start to finish.

He didn't talk to Ye Su, didn't cry, didn't laugh, didn't scream, just walked in silence, enduring the pain caused by the blood hole in his body, and helped his companion walk forward.

Because whether it is crying or laughing, talking or yelling, it is a kind of goodbye.

He didn't want to say goodbye to Ye Su, as if he wouldn't say goodbye forever.

I have been walking for a long, long time, and finally far away from the battlefield.

The Xilin Temple Cavalry did not chase them down, so they survived.

Chen Pippi didn't say anything, and continued forward, got in the carriage, drove out of the city gate, entered the wilderness, and went dozens of miles away, and then he started crying loudly.

Senior Brother Si sits next to the car window and looks at the upside-down picture outside. He wants to say something, but he doesn't understand. Nothing has changed. Why does he come here in the dust?

The rivers and mountains were ruined, and people died.

He wanted to go back to Chang'an and ask Ning Que, what happened to this?

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(Today, February 22, is Ink White’s birthday, I decided that today is also the birthday of the second brother, I wish them a happy birthday, I wish Chen Pipi can be happy again as soon as possible, I wish Ye Su the glory of death, I wish everyone The joy of the second, I wish I can overcome everything and be as strong as these days.)